I could probably stop after writing the title of this post, because it kinda sums up my life. I have entered the time in my pregnancy where all. i. do. is. pee.
Interestingly, I would hazard a guess to say that I spend over 3/4 of my pregnancy in the bathroom. The first 5 months are dedicated to “morning sickness” (or in my case, all day sickness). From month 7 onward, it’s all about the pee. The non-stop pee.
The worst part is that I don’t have any convenient times to pee. It always come right when I’m in the middle of teaching a lesson to my students, or right when my son and I are entrenched in a really fun game of balloon volleyball (bragging moment- he’s super awesome at this game…better then me, which is so sad), or right as I’m falling asleep/in a deep sleep/20 minutes before my alarm is going to go off. And when I have to pee, I have to pee NOW. Kind of like my morning sickness, there’s very little warning or time for me to answer nature’s call.
I’m currently up at least 2 times a night, but I only see it getting worse. If I remember correctly, by the time I was 8.5 months pregnant with The Boy, I was up a minimum of 6 times a night for the bathroom shuffle. I’m hoping that the #zombiemoms I follow on Twitter are still hanging around for me when I get to that point!
Ah, the joys of being pregnant:)